PSALMS © 2008

Christ, in many moments You wept in pain,

And Your tears, like sacred rain, nourished the earth,

Preparing men to receive Your splendour,

But the path has been arduous, and the world still errs.

The millennia pass shrouded in illusion,

Generations run outward, without looking within.

What is most important, purity, remained only in intention,

And here it lies, buried in my heart, as a centre.

But within me, it burns, like a standard,

Raised in a living flame, in a cry for union.

I urge the peoples, with courage and art,

To follow love, and not desolation.

I will continue Your work with measure and devotion,

For the vastness I feel is full of freshness,

And in every gesture, word, and prayer,

Christ, You will always be my eternal joy.

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